Drifting away from reality
is nothing more then a pleasurable habit for the self destructive
Hoping the need of a restart
Without putting the effort to change anything about it
The craving for something that resembled death
Without the commitment of never going back to life
Something the beckons to all those considered living
An ending that that all must face
The moment we took our first breath
The brain, heart and soul are known as the essentials
The necessity of our daily life
The basics of what is consider something living
Despite the opportunities of being real
We never ask to be put here
Force to deal with the hardships of being born depending the circumstance
We want to cry,
to mourn for the things that we can’t comprehend
We want to understand
The things that will leave our consciousness beyond repair
We want to feel
.To touch the surfaces that can rip our physical vessel to our basic shapes
While the spirit is infinite
But the body that holds the heart and mind has its limits
The dreaming of being free form the expectations of the living
Is a dream that only the dead can experience
and for the living to envy
Wishing to erase everything about ourselves
To ease us to our final moments
So that spirit can no longer hold onto the memories
That our hearts bleed for
That our minds made broken for
For something that brings us nothing but dread
For something that paralyzed us with fear
But knowing the reward would be worth it
Is enough to keep us living
To keep us thriving
To make spend time to those we love
To be at peace
Once our last breath takes place.